As I walked into my boyfriends' room, I knew something bad was going to happen. It was probably going to be the end of our relationship and probably the end of our friendship in general too.
"Hey Mel. What's going on?" Damien asked, using my nickname.
"Do you love me?" I asked as tears were beginning to swell in my eyes.
"Of course I love you bunny. What's wrong?"
I couldn't bring myself to say it. This was the hardest thing I would probably say to him. "I'm…I'm…I'm pregnant," I said.
His silence told me everything. That he wasn't ready for this. That he wanted to break-up so he wouldn't take care of it. "Are you sure?" he said which totally surprised me.
"Yeah. I've been pregnant for about a week now." I waited for him to say something, but silence followed that statement.
"Is it mine?"
"Yes. I haven't cheated on you if that's what you're asking," I said somewhat confused.
"So what now?" he asked after a moment of silence. His dark brown eyes searched my light blue eyes for an answer. Anything that would help him.
"Well…if you want to break-up I can totally understand. If you want to stay together but not take care of this child then I can get an abortion. Or…"
"I want to be together still," he said grabbing my hands into his. "But, this is a huge step for you and I. It's up to you if you want to keep it or not. No matter what I'll still love you and I'll help you take care of him…or her."
I could feel the burning of my eyes as the tears began to flow down my cheeks as I realized he really did love me. Damien hugged me tightly as we sat on his bed and cried. I knew that he was the one, and that's one of the reasons I gave myself to him. A couple years ago, I wouldn't have done that. I wouldn't have even gone out with him if it weren't for a friend of mine, Angel.
She set me up on a blind date with him about three years ago. He had known me since about grade six, where he would throw pinecones at me and pull my pigtails. Damien was the meanest person I thought I would ever meet. But ever since that date, we've been going out and having fun and then there was that one night I remember when he spoke those three words and kissed me. He kissed me in a way that I'd never been kissed before, and I wanted it to last forever. I was 14 and he was 15 and back then that was a huge thing. Now I'm 17 and he's 18, and we're about to have a baby together.
"Do you mean it? Are you sure you want to go through this? I mean, you just started college and everything and I only have about four months left of school. What about money? I'd have to take maternity leave and…" I said panicking a little.
"Bunny calm down. We'll work it out when the time comes ok?" Damien said and he leaned in and kissed me passionately. He laid down then, and pulled me beside him where he wrapped his arm around my stomach and he fell asleep. I couldn't sleep, for I wondered what my father would do to me once he found out. I usually slept over at Damien's house so my dad never really asked where I was.
"We'll work it out when the time comes," I said to myself quietly and then fell asleep next to the man I loved and who loved me.